Song Description

A song of contempt for a rich boy president who allowed himself to be used as an arm of the military-industrial death machine.

Lyrics

In the beginning there was a baby, maybe cute and cuddly
In the beginning there was a boy, maybe he just wanted to be free
But somehow he got wasted, and he became El Jefe.

He was born with the silver spoon, but never had much charm
He was his daddy's hit man, with his finger on the bomb
El Jefe is a mean one, and he means to do some harm.

The sheep are lining up, behind their Judas goat
The money boys count the takings, they just can't help but gloat
El Jefe is a sly one, and he's tampered with the vote

Poor El Jefe
What will you do?
On Judgment Day
When they call for you!

There are profits to be made, off the pain of the mule,
There are flag waving rednecks, and homicidal tools
El Jefe is a weak one, he surrounds himself with fools.

There's deception in the papers, and on the t.v. news
There are right wing commentators, who air distorted views
El Jefe is a sadist, he just loves to turn the screws.

He's full of mixed intentions, but he's always doing bad
He's full of self-loathing, he's always feeling sad
El Jefe is a sick one, he's really gone quite mad.

Poor El Jefe
What will you do?
On Judgment Day
When they call for you!

Now his dreams of Empire, they're all going down in flames
There are squealers in the white house, and they're busy naming names
El Jefe is a slow one, he ain't got much for brains